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I
rowed
all
night
.
Finally
my
hands
were
so
sore
I
could
hardly
close
them
over
the
oars
.
We
were
nearly
smashed
up
on
the
shore
several
times
.
I
kept
fairly
close
to
the
shore
because
I
was
afraid
of
getting
lost
on
the
lake
and
losing
time
.
Sometimes
we
were
so
close
we
could
see
a
row
of
trees
and
the
road
along
the
shore
with
the
mountains
behind
.
The
rain
stopped
and
the
wind
drove
the
clouds
so
that
the
moon
shone
through
and
looking
back
I
could
see
the
long
dark
point
of
Castagnola
and
the
lake
with
white
-
caps
and
beyond
,
the
moon
on
the
high
snow
mountains
.
Then
the
clouds
came
over
the
moon
again
and
the
mountains
and
the
lake
were
gone
,
but
it
was
much
lighter
than
it
had
been
before
and
we
could
see
the
shore
.
I
could
see
it
too
clearly
and
pulled
out
where
they
would
not
see
the
boat
if
there
were
custom
guards
along
the
Pallanza
road
.
When
the
moon
came
out
again
we
could
see
white
villas
on
the
shore
on
the
slopes
of
the
mountain
and
the
white
road
where
it
showed
through
the
trees
.
All
the
time
I
was
rowing
.
The
lake
widened
and
across
it
on
the
shore
at
the
foot
of
the
mountains
on
the
other
side
we
saw
a
few
lights
that
should
be
Luino
.
I
saw
a
wedgelike
gap
between
the
mountains
on
the
other
shore
and
I
thought
that
must
be
Luino
.
If
it
was
we
were
making
good
time
.
I
pulled
in
the
oars
and
lay
back
on
the
seat
.
I
was
very
,
very
tired
of
rowing
.
My
arms
and
shoulders
and
back
ached
and
my
hands
were
sore
.
"
I
could
hold
the
umbrella
,
"
Catherine
said
.
"
We
could
sail
with
that
with
the
wind
.
"
"
Can
you
steer
?
"
"
I
think
so
.
"
"
You
take
this
oar
and
hold
it
under
your
arm
close
to
the
side
of
the
boat
and
steer
and
I
’
ll
hold
the
umbrella
.
"
I
went
back
to
the
stern
and
showed
her
how
to
hold
the
oar
.
I
took
the
big
umbrella
the
porter
had
given
me
and
sat
facing
the
bow
and
opened
it
.
It
opened
with
a
clap
.
I
held
it
on
both
sides
,
sitting
astride
the
handle
hooked
over
the
seat
.
The
wind
was
full
in
it
and
I
felt
the
boat
suck
forward
while
I
held
as
hard
as
I
could
to
the
two
edges
.
It
pulled
hard
.
The
boat
was
moving
fast
.
"
We
’
re
going
beautifully
,
"
Catherine
said
.
All
I
could
see
was
umbrella
ribs
.
The
umbrella
strained
and
pulled
and
I
felt
us
driving
along
with
it
.
I
braced
my
feet
and
held
back
on
it
,
then
suddenly
,
it
buckled
;
I
felt
a
rib
snap
on
my
forehead
,
I
tried
to
grab
the
top
that
was
bending
with
the
wind
and
the
whole
thing
buckled
and
went
inside
out
and
I
was
astride
the
handle
of
an
inside
-
out
,
ripped
umbrella
,
where
I
had
been
holding
a
wind
-
filled
pulling
sail
.
I
unhooked
the
handle
from
the
seat
,
laid
the
umbrella
in
the
bow
and
went
back
to
Catherine
for
the
oar
.
She
was
laughing
.
She
took
my
hand
and
kept
on
laughing
.
"
What
’
s
the
matter
?
"
I
took
the
oar
.
"
You
looked
so
funny
holding
that
thing
.
"
